He covered his swollen face, completely stunned by the blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and two teeth in disbelief, then turned his head toward the city lord like a wooden statue: "Grandfather...you hit me."
"Don't you deserve to be hit! You committed a heinous crime and even tried to murder your cousin! You don't know your mistakes, you don't repent! And you're still so self-righteous! Today... I'm going to beat you to death, you beast!"
The city lord picked up a chair and threw it at Wuyou.
That's so embarrassing!
He never imagined he would be so humiliated in his life.
How could a four-year-old child like Wuyou be so malicious!
"Why are you hiding! I'm going to beat you until you realize your mistake! I'll make sure you never dare to do evil again for the rest of your life!"
After saying that, he picked up the broom from the servant's hand and strode towards Wuyou.
He grabbed Wuyou by the collar with one hand and raised the broom with the other, hitting him hard on the shoulder, abdomen, and buttocks.
Wuyou screamed repeatedly, while shouting that she had done nothing wrong.
The city lord took action himself, and no one dared to step forward to stop him. Even the city lord's wife, who had always doted on Wuyou, could only stand aside and watch with worry.
After a few blows, Wuyou's screams gradually subsided.
Seeing that he was about to lose consciousness, Jiang Huaisong, who had been silent until now, finally showed up.
"Alright, Dad, Wuyou is still my son. That's enough. What if you kill him?"
As soon as Jiang Huaisong spoke, the city lord stopped what he was doing.
Wuyou, one of his men, could only gasp for breath; he no longer had the strength to shout.
The city lord's wife also hurriedly stepped forward: "Husband, this is Huaisong's only child. It would be bad if he were hurt. He is still young. We can teach him slowly later."
Wuyou murmured softly, "I did nothing wrong... I did nothing wrong..."
Jiang Huaizhi, who had been standing silently in the corner for a long time, revealed a half-smile. He gave Hongxiu, who was kneeling on the ground, a look, and Hongxiu immediately understood.
Hongxiu's voice could carry to every corner of the room: "Lord, actually, Young Master Wuyou is not the Second Young Master's biological son."
The city lord and his wife were both taken aback. "What...did you say?"
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